(16:51 / Wednesday, April 09, 2008)
The Heart of Life
I have been feeling rather lifeless lately.
Yesterday night, I opened my Maths practise book at 8 and went to sleep. I woke up at 11 to brush my teeth and do the practises. And when I felt accomplished and paranoid (that's when there's lots of knowledge in my head :D) I went back to sleep.
Today we had the Maths test. I don't know how it was, I just told myself "what's done is done". I wonder how come that line can never get to my head on PPR days.
I came back after school and started jumping for the ceiling at home. My adrenaline was pumping after climbing the estate slope so I kept going. I think my maid thought I went cranky with wanting to grow taller - such that she started throwing in facts on how gravity can pull my bones and spine and WHAT?!
So my new home shall be at the roof of OUB Centre (is it?).
On second thoughts maybe I'd settle for something more humble, since I am a coughTadcough bit scared of heights.
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If I couldn't hold back my tongue I wouldn't want to stay for the consequences.
One's always better than a company of fools.